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The shifting meaning of these signifiers.
Once written a thing cannot mean the same thing
because the meaning of the word as generally understood by everyone has subtly shifted.
Anyone who will subsequently witness one’s recorded expression will be perceiving something different.
Perhaps not differently than intended (which is perhaps a field of quality which art explores)
but differently than likely perceived.
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It is difficult to go back in time, to enter into the feel of the 1960’s, for example.
The one film I have recently valued for its concresence and anchorage in time
is Michaelangelo Antonioni’s “Zabriskie Point” (1970).
“Zabriskie Point” opens with a sequence rooted in my contemporary imagination about “the radical 60’s,”
what it must have felt like to be in the dangerous ferment of ideas and actions,
beholden by that vast shining light of Potential First Glimpsed, an exit, an escape.
Are we brave enough to stand up and take that step,
to fight for a better world,
the difference between right and wrong surely not as clear as it is to us,
here now watching,
seeing what we want to see, seeing what you tell us.
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Seeing what you told us.
You told us that it was not that easy.
You told us that even with the world on our side, the mass of people unseen,
still in the darkness unknown to our attention, creening ever forward for surely they have felt your presence,
crained from your stinks, watched the world changing that you don’t see, so obsessed with your mirrored towers.
You reminded us that the world doesn’t really care about your< ->our self-obsession.
The world doesn’t really understand your full confession.
The world simply observes what is happening,
and has been forced to smack some sense into you because you aren’t sensing the danger.
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The danger is that the world will cook you. You will become food for worms.
The world doesn’t really mind the cooking,
perhaps because the world may not have a “mind” like we like to think about them.
We like to think that the world has a univocular mind, a big ego of some sort or another
provided->providing a point of contact which may be held onto
amidst this big infinite sea of infinite carrying capacity infinite nuance and infinite beauty, called Mind.
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While in the body, we seem to be able to accrete a collection of Mind
onto this univocular singular point of contact with the physical world called our bodies.
That may be tautological for a reason. Or not.
My point being:
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There are other ways.
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